We create ourselves In the image Of our Gods
I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life
Sometimes I hit myself Because I have excess And I don’t think it’s fair To force that onto you
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in Is that your cue To start again?
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
Do you weigh your existence agains… Do you question whether you should… Do you wonder if you are as useful… Is it just me?
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
Sometimes I think I’ve lived a ha… And then I remember I’ve never been a teenage girl
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee